LANDING THE AGGRIEVED
I've salted these eggs just a bit : it's never
been said I know how to cook. There's a
bottle over there somewhere. No, not the
ketchup, the one with the booze; give me
a swig. You know you left the porch light
on all night; I hardly slept a wink. Alone and
bedraggled anyway, it was all a drag. I heard
some good noises coming out from behind
your door - the two of you, playful. Is she
as good as before? I was thinking to stay
a few days, maybe until Tuesday, OK? I've
got to change the oil in my car, buy some stuff,
and be gone. Just a few things to remember.
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